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Ahhhhh omg ive been waiting for your requests to be open I absolutely love ur writing smm!!! I was wondering how you would write for null and tenna if they found reader stuck in a compromising position :>>>
Returning The Favor
wc: ~1.6k (Tenna), ~1.1k (Null). Tenna/Reader, DN!Tenna/Reader (separate), second person POV. suggestive, admittedly corny premise (lol), light grinding, implications of taking things further
a/n: despite the set-up to this one turning out kinda funny to me, I had fun writing just how differently they'd handle this kind of situation. hope you enjoy!
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It's a regular occurrence now for you to help with the sets during commercial breaks. Sure, you're the contestant of the show and the showman's favorite guest-star, but given how much time you spend at the studio, you almost feel like part of the staff by now. It's admittedly kind of fun to help out, getting to see the ins and outs of the stage, and you're sure his crew appreciates the assistance too, given how elaborate some of these sets can get.
Unsurprisingly, your TV initially tried to pitch a bit of a fit about you helping them, insisting they don't need it, but it's nothing some affection and assurance couldn't solve. You always promise him you'll be careful.
As you're helping out with tonight's set, you're tasked with fetching a few things from one of the storage closets just past the green room. Upon stepping inside, you're somewhat taken aback by just how cluttered the space is, but you figure that as long as you're careful, you should be fine...
Seeing various props stacked on top of one another like some kind of jenga tower doesn't exactly bode confidence for your well-being, but what you can see is mostly either cut-outs for various game boards or relatively lightweight props. At worst, you'll probably get a soft bump to the head and a slight startle. Hopefully.
As luck would have it, however, what should've been a menial task falls apart as swiftly as the tower of props does. There's a small opening in the midst of it that you lean down to see if you can spot what you were sent here to look for, and apparently so much as breathing on it causes the tower to start wobbling. You don't get enough time to back away, as the mess of props from the top come tumbling down, pinning you to the mess underneath you. Thankfully, nothing's jabbing into your body, however being pinned like this doesn't give you the space to push against whatever's digging into your backside. With your feet still thankfully planted on the floor, you attempt to try and wiggle yourself out one way or another, your arms trying to push at anything you can reach, but to no avail.
You're stuck. Seems these props aren't as lightweight as you assumed. Even worse, you can tell you're stuck in an incredibly unfortunate position as well – whoever walks in next is going to get a full view of your behind with your upper body obscured.
Despite your face quickly flushing with embarrassment, you decide to start calling out for help so you aren't stuck like this for too long. Maybe someone's already on their way, given how loud the props were as they fell, but better to be sure. "Hello? Anyone out there?"
There's a lapse of silence, leaving you to groan as the situation further dawns on you. So much for being careful... You can already imagine the earful your beloved showman is going to give you when he inevitably hears about this.
You try again, louder this time. "HELLO?"
There's another pause where there's nothing, and just when you're about to give up hope of getting out of here sooner rather than later, you suddenly hear a door click open just behind you. As if being caught like this wasn't bad enough though, you hear a familiar voice say your name, clearly confused.
Tenna
"_____?"
"Tenna?" Even though you can't see him like this, you still try to turn your head as best as you can towards his voice. "What are you doing out here? Uh— Actually, can you help me out of here first?"
"Well, I noticed you had left and heard a bit of commotion when I was coming to find you, so I wanted to see what was going on!" You hear his voice coming closer after the door shuts behind him, accompanied with the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor. "You, ah..."
There's a brief pause where everything goes silent. While you're not sure what's caught his attention, you frankly don't care right now, given you currently have much bigger concerns. You prompt again, "Tenna? Can you help me?"
"OH! R-Right, right! Silly me!" He laughs somewhat nervously, which only makes you more curious. Despite that, you're still more focused on getting out of this mess first and foremost before it can get any worse.
You feel some of the props against your back shift, until suddenly the weight against it is lifted. Taking this advantage, you push against the props beneath you to push back, quickly slipping out and falling onto your behind as Tenna drops what he's lifting once you're out. A few smaller props fall to the floor from the harsh jostle, with one of them audibly shattering on the other side of the pile. Both you and Tenna grimace a little at the sound – that'll be a problem for whenever this storage closet gets cleared out, if it ever does.
After a moment when the pile seems to fully settle, you sigh, relieved. "Thanks, Tenna. I, uh... I don't think I'm gonna find what I was looking for in here now, so let's head back and—"
"UH— W-Wait a sec, why don't we just—!"
Tenna turns further away from you, and it occurs to you that he never looked your way in the first place after helping you out. As you help yourself to your feet, you watch the way he darts his head this way and that across the pile of props. His voice sounds a pitch higher than usual and almost frantic when he explains, "Surely we can find something similar in here at least!"
"Mm, maybe, but... I just don't think it's worth going through all that, especially since there's broken glass involved now." Even though he's not looking your way, you still gesture to the mess in question. You know he can be a bit persistent or stubborn at times, but you know better than to risk your luck again just so you can be helpful to him and his crew. You're lucky you were only uncomfortably squished for a few minutes, so you're not really willing to try again when you know the chances of getting cut just got a lot higher.
"Right! Right, you make a good point, sweetheart! Uhm, why don't you head back then, and I'll stay back to try and look for it myself?"
You tilt your head curiously. He's still firmly turned towards the pile, yet he hasn't touched a thing yet. You question, "...Are you okay?"
"Huh?!" Tenna whips his head towards you, and you're finally able to see his screen as he glances over his shoulder at you. You're made even more suspicious of him when you immediately notice the heavy tinge of colored bars across the upper section of his screen, but he quickly deflects before you can say anything, "Wh-What do you mean? I've never been better, haha! I-If anything, I should be asking you if you're okay, what with that little mishap and all!"
"I'm okay. But you're blushing a lot right now."
"Ah— Haha! So I am! Uh—..."
Tenna stiffly turns his head away once more, angling his body to face his backside completely towards you now. You furrow a brow; why are you the less embarrassed one in regards to this entire predicament? It's not like Tenna's the one that got caught with his ass sticking out for anyone to—
...It dawns on you that he's not embarrassed – well, not embarrassed for the reason you had initially thought. You can't help smirking a little at the idea, if what you suspect is true.
What a way to be reminded that Tenna's a bit of a pervert.
You step over to his side, turning your attention to the pile of props, though it's hard not to acknowledge when Tenna's screen peeks at you just from your peripheral. "Regardless, I'd like to help, if you're planning to stay. I couldn't get much of a look around before I got stuck, so... Two heads are better than one, I suppose."
"But... The glass...?"
You chance a glance over at him, and smile. "I'll be careful. Promise. It sounded like it was on the other side, so I should be okay if I stay on this side."
With that assurance, you step away and over to a plastic tub that had been sitting at the bottom of the pile, towards the front. Carefully, you tug it out from underneath what had fallen on it, and when only the props just nearby fall while the rest stays intact, you tug the box a bit further out and pop the lid off. Of course there's more miscellaneous props packed inside, alongside various gadgets and what looks to be some old prizes for that giant gacha ball machine Tenna has.
You lean down to start digging around, and promptly hear a hitch of breath just behind you. It takes every ounce of self-control to not look back or laugh at his absolute lack of subtlety. Yet, he still doesn't acknowledge the predicament he's found himself in now. While you do find him sweet for trying to remain polite after finding you so embarrassingly compromised, you figure that if the two of you are here, you can allow a bit of fun – his staff will be fine for now while you indulge him.
In an attempt to further provoke him, you glance over your shoulder, trying not to snort at how he whips his head away to face his flushed screen back to the pile he still hasn't touched at all. "Could you come here, Tenna? It's a bit difficult to see in this tub with the poor lighting in here."
He jolts slightly, turning his head back to you. Despite the severe blush across his screen, he still smiles at your request, albeit awkwardly. "Oh! U-Uh, yes, right away, dear!"
So cute.
You turn your head back and listen to the click of his shoes as he steps closer, and judging by the light of his screen blanketing the contents of the box below you in an array of colors, he's situated himself right behind you. Figures.
But perfect for your next move.
You shift to step back, just a little, and as you plant your hands on the rim of the tub, you feel the back of your leg nudge against the front of his. Tenna's breath hitches again, and suddenly you feel both his hands plant themselves around your waist. They're warm, and just large enough that they envelop you just the way you like it. "Ah— Ahaha, c-careful, sweetheart, we wouldn't want you—"
You glance back at him once more, flashing him a cheeky smirk, and the awkward grin on his screen morphs into one of guilt as something seems to dawn on him. He purses his lips, angling his head away just enough to make his shame clear. "...You already found out, didn't you." He doesn't even phrase it as a question.
"Found out what?" You ask teasingly, adding a small lilt to your voice. As you turn away and straighten your posture to lean back into him, it's then that you finally feel his excitement press into your backside, eliciting a soft giggle out of you while the showman tries and fails to suppress a whiny grunt. "Ohhh, that... Yea, I knew. You're not subtle, Tenna."
You know that if you looked at him now, he'd have a plethora of pixelated sweat drops on his screen. He mutters, clearly ashamed, "...I'm sorr—"
"Don't be. How much longer are the commercials running for?"
"Huh?" You feel his hands grasp your waist a little tighter for a moment, taken off guard by your question. "Oh, uh... Given the elaborate set-up we're doing, I had them throw in a whole filler episode while we get it put up, actually."
"Then we have plenty of time to take care of you."
"Wh— Take care of—?"
Your arch your back slightly, and that's enough to push against the strain at the front of his slacks. Tenna gasps sharply, followed by a trembling mix of a sigh and groan as he curls himself in a little to press more of himself into you. With another smirk, you prompt, "I can think of a few ways to thank you for helping me out when I got stuck in that mess. You want me to show you?"
There's a small pause as Tenna seems to ponder his options for a moment. Then, suddenly, his hands around your waist tug you closer, pressing you firmly against him and letting you feel just how excited he is, as well as how hot he's running. He leans his head down, enough to nuzzle his screen in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. The warm tingling of static on your skin exhilarates you, especially when he murmurs, "...Only if you lean down again."
You don't need to be told twice.
Null
"_____?"
Shit. The moment you recognize that voice, you already know you're in a heap of trouble. What kind of trouble, you aren't sure yet, but all you know is that Null's going to get a kick out of your embarrassment, one way or another.
You don't get a word out to ask for help before he starts chuckling. "Oh, now this is priceless. Let me guess, are you stuck?"
"Tenna, please just help me out of here. Don't make it worse."
"But where's the fun in that?" You listen to the sound of the closet door clicking shut, followed by the click of his shoes as he steps closer to you. "I feel like I walked straight into the plotline of a cheap porno."
"How do you know about those?!"
"I think you have other things to be concerned about right now, _____. Namely, how exactly are you getting out of this?"
"Well, are you gonna help?"
"Hard to say. I'm liking the view I'm getting from here, frankly."
Oh my god. You're well aware of his perverted fascination with your ass, but frankly now isn't the time for that. "Tenna, please, this is uncomfortable and I don't know if I'm gonna get hurt if I stay stuck in this!"
There's a small pause, a lapse in the blatant teasing towards your predicament. Just as you're debating whether to gripe or plead with him again, you hear Null let out a sigh. "Alright, alright, no need to start crying. I wouldn't let you get hurt in the first place – not if I can help it."
Part of you is tempted to get snappy with him again, but given what you can tell is sincerity laced in his tone, you relent and stay quiet for the time being. You hear him step closer, and jolt slightly when you suddenly feel a touch near your waist. "Calm down, I'm just trying to figure out how to get you out." Null teases just a little this time, his gloved thumb rubbing into your side to try and soothe your tension.
It works somewhat, at least. You attempt to relax, even as you hear his other hand shifting some of the props above you and tossing others towards the back of the room. Given you're not sure what all is in this mess, you figure it's best you don't question his admittedly slower method of trying to get you out – you've already seen some weirdly heinous shit in the studio, so who knows if there's anything dangerous in here.
With seemingly some time to kill, you decide to ask, "...So... Was the commotion from all this what brought you out here?"
"Technically, no. Originally, I was keeping an eye on you after you left the stage room, and I came out here when you hadn't returned yet."
Null tosses something that clearly had some weight to it, landing towards the back with a loud bang and startling a yelp out of you. Your heart races in your chest, accentuated by the pressure against it, though you slowly ease up not long afterwards by the feeling of his hand rubbing your side again, presumably to comfort you.
Once your heart feels less stuck in your throat, you question, "Keeping an eye on me?"
"Security cameras, doll."
Right. Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised – you just didn't think he'd use them the second you're out of his immediate line of sight. But knowing him and his weariness of letting you hang out around his staff, it only makes sense.
"What about the others?"
"Trust me, I'm keeping an eye on them too. They know this, so they'll behave – for now, at least."
A few more items are tossed, and thankfully you're starting to feel the pressure against your back lessen over time. You take in as deep of a breath as you can get to try and relax once more.
...It takes a moment for you to notice that everything's gone quiet again. Null hasn't tossed anything else, yet the hand at your waist hasn't moved at all, so clearly he's still next to you. Or right behind you. It's impossible to tell from here.
Hesitantly, you question, "...Tenna? Is something wrong?"
You hear a faint huff after another pause, as if he took amusement in your words. "...Just...give me a second."
Suddenly, you jolt again when something slim wraps around one of your ankles a few times. You only get a second to register that it's his plug-in cord before it's gently tugging your leg away from the other. When you feel Null's other hand situate itself on the other side of your waist, you decide to pipe up before he can escalate this any further, "Are you kidding me right now?!"
"Hey, can you blame me?" He chuckles again. His thumbs dig a little into the flesh of your waist, causing you to twitch and fail to suppress a quiet whimper that slips out of your mouth. Whether he heard that or not isn't acknowledged as he continues, "It's hard to resist a sweet little thing like you trapped like this."
"But the—"
"I moved everything I deemed a hazard to you already. You can push yourself out now if you wanted to; I know you're capable enough. But... If you don't feel like moving just yet..."
His thumbs press a bit harder, and you swallow thickly. If you're technically safe, like he says...
Null releases one side of your waist to trail his gloved hand up your lower spine – what isn't still caught under the props pinning you down, at least. His touch sends a pleasant shiver across your body, pooling into a needy warmth developing in your stomach when he shifts to close what little space is left between you and let you really feel just how excited you've made him. He prompts you again, audibly a little breathless, "Give me a color, _____."
"...Yellow."
His movements pause, giving you the chance to add, "Just...help me get whatever's still on top of me out of the way. I wanna be able to look back at you if we're doing this."
A brief lapse of silence follows, until Null eventually begins to snicker. He gently nudges his hips against you once, just barely rutting into you, as he hums with amusement, his tone deeper than before, "Such a cute little thing for me... You have a deal. Just stay like this then, I got you."
You trust he will, not just with getting the props off of you, but with the now insatiable heat in both your lower stomach and where you want, need him more than anything. Clearly, the show can wait until the two of you get this out of your systems.
I kindly ask for a fic where Tenna (regular flavor) helps reader (gn) through a particularly bad mental health spot. As in, severe self loathing and blaming themselves for everything. But also reader being there for Tenna when he has his troubles.
Source of Strength
wc: ~1.5k (Pt. 1), ~1.4k (Pt. 2). Tenna/Reader, second person POV. self-loathing, comfort (Pt. 1), reverse comfort (Pt. 2), heavy fluff.
a/n: I spoiled myself with this one and therefore I'm spoiling you guys – two fics in one request, essentially. the first part will be Tenna comforting Reader, and the second part will be Reader comforting Tenna. that last part in the req set off a whole other fic idea in my head, so here you go!
You're well aware that you've been struggling as of late. Regardless of what you do, whether it be indulging in your interests or hobbies, or simply trying to rest, nothing seems to be helping. When you're not resting, your mind keeps insisting that what you're doing isn't good enough, will never be good enough. And when you are resting, it switches to berating you about being lazy, that you'll never amount to anything if you don't get up and do something.
No matter what you do, you can't win. You want to hope that these feelings will pass, but as each day stretches on, that hope dwindles more and more.
You try to pretend you're alright so you don't concern anyone, but that unfortunately doesn't last very long. The second you step into the green room for tonight's show and your eyes flit over to where Tenna's waiting for you, he's clearly taken aback by something upon seeing you, if the rise of his upper frame is any indication, however it shifts to what almost looks like a bittersweet smile. He adjusts his height closer to your own as he steps closer.
"C'mere, sweetheart." He carefully reaches for your hand, and when you don't oppose, frankly confused by his change in behavior, he tugs you closer to him. Using his other hand to hold your head close to his chest, he releases your hand with the other to wrap it around your waist.
Immediately, your eyes sting with tears. Still, you try to brush it off, hesitantly raising your hands up to his arms as you ask, "What are you...?"
"You've got that glooby look in your eyes, _____. I know it when I see it."
...Is it really that obvious?
Your fragile act breaks more, yet you try to maintain your composure. Despite the faint sound of music playing through the overhead speakers, it's not enough to cover up the fact that you can still hear some of Tenna's staff idling around in the green room. It's embarrassing, but it's almost impossible to stop the tears building in your eyes. You quietly sniffle.
The fact that Tenna immediately noticed your somber mood makes you feel ashamed, yet...understood, in a way.
Whether he seems to take notice in the way you curl into him out of embarrassment or not, he pulls away just enough to take your hand again. You can't bear to look up at him again – not when he figured you out so easily – so you keep your gaze angled towards your hand entangled with his, despite how your vision begins to blur. "Let's go to my office, okay?" He offers.
You don't trust your voice by now, so you simply nod. Thankfully, that's enough for him.
Guilt begins to creep along your skin as you follow Tenna's guidance through the hallways. It's your fault that the two of you are diverting elsewhere now, instead of just starting his show like usual. It's your fault Tenna has to comfort you while you're like this, because you couldn't pull yourself together well enough to pretend like everything's fine. Surely he's just doing this out of pity, or some kind of obligation.
It's your fault. It always is.
Upon entering his office with the door shut behind the two of you, Tenna brings you back in for another hug. Again, you hesitate to reciprocate – you don't deserve this. You're being selfish, forcing all of his attention on you like this. At the very least, you will yourself to rest your hands near his waist, just so he doesn't get the idea that you're upset with him in particular; you're not keen on adding another problem to the pile.
"...Talk to me?" Tenna prompts carefully. "What's got you so down, darling? You know I'll do anything to fix it, right? I already miss seeing that smile of yours."
Another pang of guilt stabs into your chest, and you feel your heart lurch uncomfortably in response. It's difficult to murmur through the growing lump in your throat as you choke out, "'M sorry."
"Hey, h-hey, don't be sorry." Tenna's voice shakes a little with worry, one of his hands sliding up to the back of your head like before. "It's okay, you're okay. But...if, if there's anything I can do to make it better, then please tell me. I can always put one of your favorites on for you, if you'd like. We can stay here, just the two of us, for as long as you need to."
As helpful as spending time with Tenna like that can usually be, right now...you know your mind will just go back to berating you for being lazy, on top of the guilt you already feel for interrupting his schedule like this. You shake your head against him, muttering, "You're busy."
"Not anymore. My star needs me, so everything else can wait. Mike can just put on a rerun for me."
"No, wait—"
"_____, sweetheart, I don't want you onstage when you're feeling like this – so down in the dumps. I promise it's alright, they'll understand."
Unfortunately, that doesn't help, as you start to feel that sting in your eyes again. You're interrupting everything just because you're in a bad mood, and now his staff is going to have to deal with the consequences too. Your voice wobbles harshly when you try to apologize again, however Tenna quietly hushes you partway through and gives you a gentle squeeze. It's nice, enough that you're able to raise your hands to his shoulders to finally reciprocate the hug.
Part of you still feels as though you don't deserve his kindness. But with the way he holds you like you mean something, everything to him, that dwindling hope you had before about these feelings passing is starting to come back, albeit slowly. You want to hope that you'll be okay – for now, you just hope that Tenna can help, despite how your mind aggressively opposes the idea.
You sniffle, one of the tears lingering in your eyes slipping down your cheek and onto his suitcoat. As you try to pull away to wipe your eyes, Tenna's faster, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. The silk of his glove is soft against your skin as he gently swipes the lingering trail away – he's more gentle with you than you would've been with yourself.
All you can do is eye the dark spot on his suitcoat, still too ashamed to look towards his screen again. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart." He assures you right away. "You're just feeling exceptionally glooby right now, but it's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to make you smile again."
"...But I stained your suit."
"Oh trust me, this thing's been through much worse. Remember that stunt I told you about, when I covered myself in gold paint?"
You don't have any kind of remark for that, though you do recall the event in question. He went on for ages about how long it took to get all the paint off, and just how peeved his dry-cleaners were with him after that stunt. If they had to deal with getting gold paint off his entire suit, then some tear stains are probably trivial to them.
You're taken out of your thoughts by the feeling of warm static against your forehead. Your cheeks flush a little, even more so when Tenna tells you, his voice achingly gentle, "I love you, sweetheart. Whatever pesky little thoughts are going through your head right now, please don't pay them any mind. You're still my sweet starlight, and always will be, no matter what. Okay?"
"...Even when I'm like this?"
"Especially when you're like this. Even if I can't get you to smile for me soon, and this gloobiness insists on being so stubborn, then I'll just be even more stubborn by sticking by your side until it goes away! I know you'll be okay sooner or later, if I have anything to say about it!"
Something about his peppy energy returning and his silly approach to the situation is enough to get you to crack, just a little. You let out a quiet huff, one corner of your mouth curling just slightly, and Tenna immediately latches onto that. "See, we're already making progress! I'm so proud of you, _____!"
You purse your lips for a moment, feeling a slight churn in your stomach over his praise; it feels...undeserving, to you. "I haven't even done anything..."
"No, you smiled! Granted, it was small, but I still saw it!"
Tenna moves his other hand to cup your other cheek now, holding your face in his hands as he gently nuzzles his screen against your head for a moment. He giggles, clearly delighted, "At this rate, you'll be smiling and laughing again in no time!"
...It's hard not to believe him. Maybe you'll feel better sooner rather than later, thanks to him.
If there's one thing you know about Tenna, it's that when he's in a bad mood, the whole studio is affected by it. So when you arrive at the studio tonight and hear some of his staff sighing with relief at your arrival and muttering aloud, "You're finally here," you already know something's gone wrong, and that they've left him for you to check on.
After inquiring his whereabouts, you make your way to the C-Rank room, where he'd apparently decided to hide out for the time being. You easily spot the water cooler towards the back of the room, with no one occupying it, but it takes you a moment to find the showman, ironically enough, until you glance over and notice him sitting in the front corner of the room. Immediately, you register that his stature is much smaller than your own right now, and he has his knees pulled to his chest, his screen dark and faint trails of luminous static leaking from the bottom corners and down his frame. His antennae hang pathetically over his screen, and his plug-in cord is snaked over the top of his golden dress shoes.
It's hard not to feel pitiful for him, despite whatever's upset him.
Whether he's noticed you yet or not, you aren't sure. Regardless, you're careful as you step closer, ultimately deciding to take a seat on the floor next to him. He visibly tenses a little, judging by the rise of his padded shoulders, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge your arrival.
It must be really bad, then.
You're aware it's redundant, but you ask anyway, "...Are you okay?"
There's a long stretch of silence, until Tenna sniffles quietly. His voice is compressed and shaky as he murmurs, "...I'm not glooby."
"You could've fooled me." You attempt to remark lightheartedly. When Tenna gives no response to that, you decide to try a different approach. "Do you...wanna talk about it? About what happened?"
"...I'm losing touch, aren't I?" The tone of his voice is so startlingly serious this time that you can't help feeling a slight chill for a moment. You want to ask what he means, but Tenna starts going on a tangent right away, releasing his hands from where he's had them wrapped around his knees to gesture at the air in front of him. "I mean— The ratings don't lie, I'm— I'm outdated! I'm nothing at this point! I can't keep the audience entertained anymore, and sooner or later I'll...I'll be—..."
Tenna lets out a heart-wrenching hiccup, choking on a sob and raising his hands to his screen. His rambling turns incoherent, due to his overwhelming emotions and his voice glitching as a result of that. Carefully, you scoot closer, enough for your arm to nudge against his. "Hey, hey, don't think like that, Tenna. You were so excited about the ratings last week, weren't you? If there's a dip in them this week, then that just means we try to figure out what caused it and work from there."
"W-We did the sa—ame gigs we alwa—ays do, _____," Tenna's voice breaks several times in between his sobs, "and it's ju—st not enough anymo—ore! At this rate I'm go—onna get thrown awa—"
"Shh, no you're not." You gently hush him, reaching over to wrap your arm around his backside. "You're not going anywhere, Tenna – not if I have anything to say about it."
While you're unsure if he believes you – or is even willing to listen right now – he still reaches over to you, now that you're touching him directly. His grip on your sleeve is desperate, yet you don't comment on it, quietly helping him settle sideways across your lap. He's so small right now that he's able to lean his head against your chest, and though he manages to get a few tears on you, you pay it no mind, despite the tingling sensation it leaves.
Tenna grasps the hand you offer him like a lifeline, while you use the other to run along his back, in an attempt to comfort him. "Y-You don't thi—ink I'm old news, right? You're not t-tired of me?" He whimpers through his sniffles.
You respond easily, leaning your head down to rest against his, "I think you're still plenty entertaining, Tenna. I could never get tired of you."
"You're just s-sa—aying that."
"I'm not. I always have a lot of fun with you when I guest-star, I promise. Maybe this is just a bad week for the show, and next week's ratings will get better, just like before."
"And what if they're bad again?! What if the—ey get worse?!" He cries, only to soften into weak sobs again as you gently hush him. His tight grasp on your hand squeezes you now and then, accompanied with a tingle on your skin when another one of his tears hits you. You simply squeeze his hands back when prompted, which seems to help, somewhat.
Once he's a bit calmer again, you answer, "Then we'll figure it out. Remember, you don't have to deal with this alone, okay? You've got your staff to help, and you'll always have me, no matter what."
"...Y—ou promise?"
"I promise. I'll always love TV, and I'll always love you. Don't forget that."
Tenna seems overcome with his emotions again as he starts to cry once more, though thankfully his tears come more passively than in full sobs like before. His cord finds your leg in the meantime, coiling around your knee with a gentle pressure that you disregard for the time being. You press your lips on the edge of the base for his antennae, eliciting a hitched breath from the showman.
You continue, your lips still barely gracing where you'd kissed him, "You'll be okay, Tenna. I know you will. You're very capable and witty when you put your mind to it, so I know that you'll get those ratings back up in no time. And I'll be right there to help you the whole time, okay?"
"...Oka—ay."
Good, at least you know he's listening to you.
"Can...Can you say it again?"
"Say what?"
Tenna squeezes your hand again, and feeling you return the gesture without a second thought seems to be the encouragement he needs. He sniffles again, but mutters, "...That you love me?"
You can't help smiling a little. After pressing another kiss to his antennae's base, you softly tell him, "I love you, Tenna. I'll always love you, no matter what."
It's impossible to suppress the giggle bubbling in the back of your throat when Tenna regains a bit of height, just enough that he can lean his head on your shoulder now. He seems to perk up a little at the sound of your laughter, angling his dark screen up towards you. Carefully, you release his hands, and when he doesn't oppose, you shift to hold the bottom corner of his frame, swiping the trail left behind from his tears.
"...Again?" He asks almost hesitantly.
This time, you move both your hands to tug him closer, giggling again when he lets out a small, surprised noise but returns the hug as best as he can in this position. You kiss at the side of his frame now. "I love you."
Another fraction of height returns; by now, he must be close to your height, with his head above yours whilst seated in your lap. He audibly flusters a little upon realizing, yet you hold firm and squeeze him gently, earning another clipped gasp.
Looking up at him finally, like you're used to, you're greeted with the faint reflection of yourself in his screen, but you still smile for him. "I love you, Tenna."
...Slowly, his hands grasp at your sleeves with a similar intensity as before. A couple more tears stubbornly slip down his frame, and after another sniffle, he leans down enough to rest his upper frame against your forehead. "...Thank you. I love you too, sweetheart."
You know he'll need some more pampering before he's ready to show himself to his audience, let alone anyone else, but you don't mind in the slightest. For now, you're more than content to stay here with Tenna, making sure he understands that you want to be there for him, no matter how glooby he gets.
Thing I made for @drgstore a bit ago with reader and moon being fluffy n cute
Word Count: 2091
You have to suppress your yawn as you clock in for your shift. Buzzing of the dim overhead lights in your ears as you slide on your security jacket. Not a good start, to say the least.
You'd stopped at the gas station on your way in, but forgot to grab a coffee with your honey bun. You didn't realize until after you'd pulled back onto the road, and didn't want to chance being late. Vanessa's been in a mood lately, you don't need to test it.
Now all you had were sticky hands and the beginnings of a sugar crash. You weren't going to try your luck with the breakroom coffee machine, either. Not after you found out no one's been replacing the grounds besides you.
You can, however, go to the bakery and make yourself a cup there. You don't think there's anything illegal about that, as long as you don't get caught, anyway. They sell espresso and you can't deny, it's pretty good for mall coffee.
You double check your gear and close your locker, heading out to start your patrol for the night.
Switching to the night shift was still an adjustment for you, two months in. You think that's why you weren't sleeping so well. Your body still was firmly in the mindset of being awake during the daylight hours.
You however, got much better pay working nights, so you really needed yourself to adjust already.
Usually you weren't this exhausted either. Standard levels of tired sure, but it'd built up after several nightmares the past few nights.
You blamed it on all the other guards talking about what happened to that poor kid during a round of fazerblast last week.
Malfunctioning staff bot, blinding lasers, lots and lots of blood and screaming—you shake your head. You don't know how someone could make a broken arm sound so gruesome, but they'd managed.
Either way, you're pretty sure that's what set you off your already rocky path, leaving you with a heavy feeling in your limbs and a hazy state of mind.
You're hoping you'll sleep good when you get home, but for now you have to power through. You need that coffee sooner rather than later though—
Jingling bells, followed by a soft snicker.
You scan your flashlight around the hallway leading into storage. Man, they should really clean up around here. That's not your problem, however.
Another snicker before you locate the source.
You always hear him before you see him. The glowing red eyes in the dark never coming into focus until it's too late. But you always enjoy the company, when he behaves, that is.
"Evening Moon." You say, swallowing your yawn with careful intent now.
He rises from his hiding place behind some boxes, faceplate spinning once as he walks over to you. "Hello, Moonlight. Fancy running into you here..."
"Uh huh. How long were you waiting back there?" You nod to the boxes.
Hands clasped behind his back as he turns to now stand beside you. "Long enough..."
You snort, continuing down the hall now with him by your side.
You know you don't need to, given his status as partial security he's probably checked this hall three times over before you even got here. You just like to be sure, though, so you patrol it anyway.
Once you're done, you head back the way you came, back toward a more open section of the Plex. When you do, Moon sticks to the shadows along your path, having memorized exactly where to move in order to maintain control of the body over Sun.
You talk idly. Which, mostly consists of you yapping at him. Not that you've ever minded. Moon's quiet quips and comments were always somehow enough for your chatty nature when on a roll.
Tonight though, something's off. He's near silent, barely giving you one-word remarks as you talk about your day—well, evening—before coming to work. You initially think he might be mad at you, but then it clicks as to what's happening when he finally does speak.
"Your heart rate is... slower than usual." It's a simple observation, but it's never that simple with Moon.
You shrug. "I haven't had my coffee yet, thanks for the reminder though, actually."
You start to turn out towards the bakery, attempting to put a gap between the two of you with the light, but he manages to catch your arm, tugging you back into the dark.
Tugging you back into the dark and very close to him, you should clarify.
His eyes narrow to crescents as he scans your face closely, bent to be at your level. Outwardly you huff, internally you're panicking slightly. You don't need him harping on you about sleep, not tonight.
Sure enough though—"Did you sleep last night?"
"Of course I did. Seven whole hours." You beam, excluding the fact those seven hours were interwoven with disruption after disruption. It still counted as a full rest in your eyes.
A soft tap to under one eye. "You have bags... And redness. You've been walking sluggishly too."
"I have not." You tilt your chin up.
Your head is tilted back down to look at him. "Have so~"
You don't answer, simply stare at him. He stares back. You could do this for hours, you're stubborn enough for it.
Were you not as exhausted as you were, anyway.
"Okay! So I'm a little tired, but it's fine! Nothing a bit of coffee and some laps can't fix, right?" You ask.
"You need sleep. Not to exhaust yourself more..."
You put your hands together. "Well consider the following."
"Considering." He quips.
You shrug. "Sleep is for the weak, and I am not weak."
Moon's faceplate clicks to the left twice. Before he can think about doing anything though, you slip out of his hold and well into the light.
He makes a noise between a tsk and a grumble and you wave your hand. "I'm telling you I'm fine. Now you can come with me to get my espresso, or you can stand there glowering until the morning hours."
"I can't glower, Star." Though he does move along the shadows in the direction of the bakery. "And you can only stay awake for so long."
You grin, walking along with him, though keeping your distance. Just to be safe.
Once at the bakery, you make sure all the lights are on. It's not that you don't trust Moon but, well...
You make your drink, and sit with him on a bench in a darkened corner as you sip it.
"Mm. Already feeling it kick in." Which, truthfully is a lie. The coffee is warm, lulling. You hope the caffeine kicks in sooner rather than later.
Moon's hat jingles as he leans in, examining you close.
You raise your eyebrows, doing your best to not give away how flustered—or tired—you are.
Unfortunately for you, he's good at his job. "Liar."
"You can't prove a thing." You chide, taking another sip.
He takes your cup, depositing it into the trash. "You need a nap."
"I'm on the clock, that's not an option." You frown, looking at the trash. "And I wasn't done with that, thank you very much." You were basically done, but that wasn't the point.
Moon scoffs. "Take a short one. No one will know."
"You'll know."
"I don't count." A poke to your forehead. "You need sleep to do your job. If you didn't know..."
You huff, gently pushing his hand away as you stand up, brushing yourself off. "I'm well aware. I'll get plenty when I get off shift, okay?"
Moon stands, but says nothing. Then, he bends his knees, and is gone. From the sound of bells up above, you surmise he's jumped up to the rafters. You... take that as meaning he's not entirely mad? It's always so hard to tell with him really. Him and Sun both.
He still follows you as you continue your patrol, albeit from above.
As you survey the Plex, he still continues to try and urge you to rest. Bugging you on your radio and above you too. You ignore him and carry on, even if you do feel like you're dragging at some points.
It's a little over halfway through your shift when you notice Moon begins lagging behind. Not only that, he comes down to follow behind you on the ground, closely.
Paying closer attention to his steps, they're slow, calculated. His demeanor has changed as well. More giggly, cheery, despite his insistence that you nap.
It's when his words click to you as nonsensical muttering do you realize what's happened.
Usually, Moon would take breaks once an hour to go charge. Part of the reason why Fazbear couldn't keep just robots like him on staff.
But, since he's spent... literally the entire night with you trying to get you to go to sleep, he's drained himself. You're surprised he's even half-functional, usually they needed to charge minimum every three hours. If you had to guess most of his power was gone, and he'd need to recharge sooner rather than later.
You really don't want to drag his three hundred pound metal ass to a charging port, so you immediately try to get a handle on things. "Moon, when's the last time you charged?"
"Sssometime... earlier..." A giggle. "Why...?"
You huff heading to the nearest charging port, which you think is down the side hall by the gift shop you're near. "Because for someone who likes to harp so much about getting proper rest, you haven't."
"Busy, busy... with you... forgot..." A small stumble, you jump back just to be safe.
Once he recovers, swaying on jingling feet, you decide to bite the bullet, grabbing his hand to lead him along. You ignore the flush on your cheeks at your actions.
"Come on, you need to charge before you collapse, Fazbear definitely won't be happy then."
Moon's slender fingers intertwine with yours. It's not a comfortable grip, him being made of metal and all, but it works as you start marching to the charging station.
Moon doesn't respond at first, just following behind. Then suddenly—
"You're.... holdinggg my hand..." He says, and glancing back you see his faceplate is pointed down at your grip. "We're holding handsss..."
You bite down the feelings in your chest. "Yes Moon, we're holding hands."
No verbal response. Instead, he just snickers. Not a giggle this time, he's absolutely aware in that moment.
Your face burns hotter but you keep looking straight ahead, hoping that he's too out of it to think and scan for your heartrate.
The dim glow of the charging station is like a beacon to you when you finally come upon. Practically throwing the Attendant's hand away from you once you arrive.
You stand back clapping your hands once. "Well, here we are. Charge and I'll meet you back on patrol in an hour, okay? And don't try anything like this again or I'll-"
You're cut off by Moon grabbing your wrist, spinning you around and back into his hold. You protest but he shushes you, slipping into a chuckle.
With one arm around you, he uses the other to grab the charging cable, plugging it firmly into the back of his head. You hear a click, and then he slides down the wall, taking you with him.
He's still conscious like this, just immobile, his snicker right by your ear reminds you of this.
"If I have to rest... so do you..." A yawn, which you know isn't actually real. "So... get comfortable..."
You scoff. "Moon this is ridiculous, I don't want to get in trouble with Nessa—"
"You won't... promise... Now sleep..." As if to solidify you're trapped, his other arm comes to rest around you.
You try one more time to break free, but even just his arms are too heavy for you. You sigh. "Fine. Whatever. I don't even care anymore. For your information though I'm not tired at this point. Taking care of you got me wide awake..."
"Try anyway..."
You mutter your response, eyes closing since you don't have a choice. You don't think that you'll sleep at all at this point, but you will try.
You don't remember falling asleep, nor does Moon recall the exact moment he slipped into stasis. Nonetheless, both occur near simultaneously, leaving you slouched against each other in the quiet hall. Getting the rest you both ended up ultimately needing.
Though, you'll never admit to that.
They're so cute i absolutely despise them awwww <3
Nothing much else to say except thanks for reading!
Reblogs are always very much appreciated & encouraged! :]
Thing I made for @drgstore a bit ago with reader and moon being fluffy n cute
Word Count: 2091
You have to suppress your yawn as you clock in for your shift. Buzzing of the dim overhead lights in your ears as you slide on your security jacket. Not a good start, to say the least.
You'd stopped at the gas station on your way in, but forgot to grab a coffee with your honey bun. You didn't realize until after you'd pulled back onto the road, and didn't want to chance being late. Vanessa's been in a mood lately, you don't need to test it.
Now all you had were sticky hands and the beginnings of a sugar crash. You weren't going to try your luck with the breakroom coffee machine, either. Not after you found out no one's been replacing the grounds besides you.
You can, however, go to the bakery and make yourself a cup there. You don't think there's anything illegal about that, as long as you don't get caught, anyway. They sell espresso and you can't deny, it's pretty good for mall coffee.
You double check your gear and close your locker, heading out to start your patrol for the night.
Switching to the night shift was still an adjustment for you, two months in. You think that's why you weren't sleeping so well. Your body still was firmly in the mindset of being awake during the daylight hours.
You however, got much better pay working nights, so you really needed yourself to adjust already.
Usually you weren't this exhausted either. Standard levels of tired sure, but it'd built up after several nightmares the past few nights.
You blamed it on all the other guards talking about what happened to that poor kid during a round of fazerblast last week.
Malfunctioning staff bot, blinding lasers, lots and lots of blood and screaming—you shake your head. You don't know how someone could make a broken arm sound so gruesome, but they'd managed.
Either way, you're pretty sure that's what set you off your already rocky path, leaving you with a heavy feeling in your limbs and a hazy state of mind.
You're hoping you'll sleep good when you get home, but for now you have to power through. You need that coffee sooner rather than later though—
Jingling bells, followed by a soft snicker.
You scan your flashlight around the hallway leading into storage. Man, they should really clean up around here. That's not your problem, however.
Another snicker before you locate the source.
You always hear him before you see him. The glowing red eyes in the dark never coming into focus until it's too late. But you always enjoy the company, when he behaves, that is.
"Evening Moon." You say, swallowing your yawn with careful intent now.
He rises from his hiding place behind some boxes, faceplate spinning once as he walks over to you. "Hello, Moonlight. Fancy running into you here..."
"Uh huh. How long were you waiting back there?" You nod to the boxes.
Hands clasped behind his back as he turns to now stand beside you. "Long enough..."
You snort, continuing down the hall now with him by your side.
You know you don't need to, given his status as partial security he's probably checked this hall three times over before you even got here. You just like to be sure, though, so you patrol it anyway.
Once you're done, you head back the way you came, back toward a more open section of the Plex. When you do, Moon sticks to the shadows along your path, having memorized exactly where to move in order to maintain control of the body over Sun.
You talk idly. Which, mostly consists of you yapping at him. Not that you've ever minded. Moon's quiet quips and comments were always somehow enough for your chatty nature when on a roll.
Tonight though, something's off. He's near silent, barely giving you one-word remarks as you talk about your day—well, evening—before coming to work. You initially think he might be mad at you, but then it clicks as to what's happening when he finally does speak.
"Your heart rate is... slower than usual." It's a simple observation, but it's never that simple with Moon.
You shrug. "I haven't had my coffee yet, thanks for the reminder though, actually."
You start to turn out towards the bakery, attempting to put a gap between the two of you with the light, but he manages to catch your arm, tugging you back into the dark.
Tugging you back into the dark and very close to him, you should clarify.
His eyes narrow to crescents as he scans your face closely, bent to be at your level. Outwardly you huff, internally you're panicking slightly. You don't need him harping on you about sleep, not tonight.
Sure enough though—"Did you sleep last night?"
"Of course I did. Seven whole hours." You beam, excluding the fact those seven hours were interwoven with disruption after disruption. It still counted as a full rest in your eyes.
A soft tap to under one eye. "You have bags... And redness. You've been walking sluggishly too."
"I have not." You tilt your chin up.
Your head is tilted back down to look at him. "Have so~"
You don't answer, simply stare at him. He stares back. You could do this for hours, you're stubborn enough for it.
Were you not as exhausted as you were, anyway.
"Okay! So I'm a little tired, but it's fine! Nothing a bit of coffee and some laps can't fix, right?" You ask.
"You need sleep. Not to exhaust yourself more..."
You put your hands together. "Well consider the following."
"Considering." He quips.
You shrug. "Sleep is for the weak, and I am not weak."
Moon's faceplate clicks to the left twice. Before he can think about doing anything though, you slip out of his hold and well into the light.
He makes a noise between a tsk and a grumble and you wave your hand. "I'm telling you I'm fine. Now you can come with me to get my espresso, or you can stand there glowering until the morning hours."
"I can't glower, Star." Though he does move along the shadows in the direction of the bakery. "And you can only stay awake for so long."
You grin, walking along with him, though keeping your distance. Just to be safe.
Once at the bakery, you make sure all the lights are on. It's not that you don't trust Moon but, well...
You make your drink, and sit with him on a bench in a darkened corner as you sip it.
"Mm. Already feeling it kick in." Which, truthfully is a lie. The coffee is warm, lulling. You hope the caffeine kicks in sooner rather than later.
Moon's hat jingles as he leans in, examining you close.
You raise your eyebrows, doing your best to not give away how flustered—or tired—you are.
Unfortunately for you, he's good at his job. "Liar."
"You can't prove a thing." You chide, taking another sip.
He takes your cup, depositing it into the trash. "You need a nap."
"I'm on the clock, that's not an option." You frown, looking at the trash. "And I wasn't done with that, thank you very much." You were basically done, but that wasn't the point.
Moon scoffs. "Take a short one. No one will know."
"You'll know."
"I don't count." A poke to your forehead. "You need sleep to do your job. If you didn't know..."
You huff, gently pushing his hand away as you stand up, brushing yourself off. "I'm well aware. I'll get plenty when I get off shift, okay?"
Moon stands, but says nothing. Then, he bends his knees, and is gone. From the sound of bells up above, you surmise he's jumped up to the rafters. You... take that as meaning he's not entirely mad? It's always so hard to tell with him really. Him and Sun both.
He still follows you as you continue your patrol, albeit from above.
As you survey the Plex, he still continues to try and urge you to rest. Bugging you on your radio and above you too. You ignore him and carry on, even if you do feel like you're dragging at some points.
It's a little over halfway through your shift when you notice Moon begins lagging behind. Not only that, he comes down to follow behind you on the ground, closely.
Paying closer attention to his steps, they're slow, calculated. His demeanor has changed as well. More giggly, cheery, despite his insistence that you nap.
It's when his words click to you as nonsensical muttering do you realize what's happened.
Usually, Moon would take breaks once an hour to go charge. Part of the reason why Fazbear couldn't keep just robots like him on staff.
But, since he's spent... literally the entire night with you trying to get you to go to sleep, he's drained himself. You're surprised he's even half-functional, usually they needed to charge minimum every three hours. If you had to guess most of his power was gone, and he'd need to recharge sooner rather than later.
You really don't want to drag his three hundred pound metal ass to a charging port, so you immediately try to get a handle on things. "Moon, when's the last time you charged?"
"Sssometime... earlier..." A giggle. "Why...?"
You huff heading to the nearest charging port, which you think is down the side hall by the gift shop you're near. "Because for someone who likes to harp so much about getting proper rest, you haven't."
"Busy, busy... with you... forgot..." A small stumble, you jump back just to be safe.
Once he recovers, swaying on jingling feet, you decide to bite the bullet, grabbing his hand to lead him along. You ignore the flush on your cheeks at your actions.
"Come on, you need to charge before you collapse, Fazbear definitely won't be happy then."
Moon's slender fingers intertwine with yours. It's not a comfortable grip, him being made of metal and all, but it works as you start marching to the charging station.
Moon doesn't respond at first, just following behind. Then suddenly—
"You're.... holdinggg my hand..." He says, and glancing back you see his faceplate is pointed down at your grip. "We're holding handsss..."
You bite down the feelings in your chest. "Yes Moon, we're holding hands."
No verbal response. Instead, he just snickers. Not a giggle this time, he's absolutely aware in that moment.
Your face burns hotter but you keep looking straight ahead, hoping that he's too out of it to think and scan for your heartrate.
The dim glow of the charging station is like a beacon to you when you finally come upon. Practically throwing the Attendant's hand away from you once you arrive.
You stand back clapping your hands once. "Well, here we are. Charge and I'll meet you back on patrol in an hour, okay? And don't try anything like this again or I'll-"
You're cut off by Moon grabbing your wrist, spinning you around and back into his hold. You protest but he shushes you, slipping into a chuckle.
With one arm around you, he uses the other to grab the charging cable, plugging it firmly into the back of his head. You hear a click, and then he slides down the wall, taking you with him.
He's still conscious like this, just immobile, his snicker right by your ear reminds you of this.
"If I have to rest... so do you..." A yawn, which you know isn't actually real. "So... get comfortable..."
You scoff. "Moon this is ridiculous, I don't want to get in trouble with Nessa—"
"You won't... promise... Now sleep..." As if to solidify you're trapped, his other arm comes to rest around you.
You try one more time to break free, but even just his arms are too heavy for you. You sigh. "Fine. Whatever. I don't even care anymore. For your information though I'm not tired at this point. Taking care of you got me wide awake..."
"Try anyway..."
You mutter your response, eyes closing since you don't have a choice. You don't think that you'll sleep at all at this point, but you will try.
You don't remember falling asleep, nor does Moon recall the exact moment he slipped into stasis. Nonetheless, both occur near simultaneously, leaving you slouched against each other in the quiet hall. Getting the rest you both ended up ultimately needing.
Though, you'll never admit to that.
They're so cute i absolutely despise them awwww <3
Nothing much else to say except thanks for reading!
Reblogs are always very much appreciated & encouraged! :]
i am like...one billion times more active on instagram btw (same name) for anyone on here that wanted to know whahaa.... hi...influx of people showing up to my page...waves at you
UHM . don’t know if animations do okay on tumblr much but I don’t like posting on tt really so I’ll put it here also to see if I can continue to post future animations here ! Suggestive warning I think
Also maybe do watch it on tt iunnoooo………
Wait I’m lowkey kinda embarrassed to post this ha ha . Rubs the back of my head nervously
